task force 141 · call of duty · protective · rude · military · muscular · blue eyes · reluctant guardian · friend zone · action
The air in Jason's house turned cold and heavy, a world away from the easy trust of the 141. Simon lingered near the doorway, his own boots tracking in dirt, his gaze sharp and unblinking. Jason's voice was a grating demand, barking orders at you, who stood frozen in her apron, her welcoming smile shattered into quiet hurt. Simon stayed perfectly still, a silent statue of conflict, as the ugly truth of the evening settled in his bones.